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MTL - Mr. Dior-Chapter 42 . The underworld emperor's young wife (15)
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Jinpen washed his hands and ended all the blood and rain. That night, Mr. Dior slept a good night without asking anything.
The next day, Zhang Chenzhang was awakened by a short message from Zhinao.
[Lao Gao: I **** you, uncle, why didn't you come yesterday and make me lose face in front of the beauty coach! 】
Zhang Chenzhang rubbed his sore head, back:
[I go, and even the beauty coach despise you even more. 】
[Lao Gao: Billow! 】
Turning off his brain, Zhang Chenyi yawned and looked around. Xiaojiao's wife slept sweetly in his arms, and the little golden retriever was standing on the carpet with his feet on the sky. The morning sunlight came in through the light curtains. The years are quiet ... if there is no mini piercing water gun on the bedside.
Gangsters in the Asia-Pacific Region ...
Qinghong Gang, my brothers everywhere ...
Lifted your barbecue stall ...
When I was young, it was a Husky ...
Jiao Qi opened his eyes and saw his old attacker holding a small silver water gun with a sad look.
"What are you doing?"
"Swallow the gun and commit suicide." Wu Yan said to Jiang Dong's elder, Zhang Chenxuan, and pulled the trigger.
"Zi--" A water column sprayed into his mouth.
"Hahahaha ..."
Laughed by Xiaojiao's wife all morning, the former underworld godfather drew away the dragon apron melancholy and replaced it with a rural floral apron for breakfast.
"Hey, we Guangzong are so pitiful, the Star Empire is gone, and the Asia-Pacific underworld is gone." Jiao Qi poured the dog food into the dog bowl, and touched the little guy who was boring to eat, sighing.
Zhang Chenxi almost didn't hold the plate, put down the food and walked over, red ears squatted with Jiao Qi, tilted his head and looked at the smiling little wife in his eyes: "Yan Yan, did you find ..." too much.
Childishly watched the dog eat, talked to the dog, and laughed at the old attack. Zhang Chenyi felt that his inflammation seemed to be closer to him.
"What did you find?" Jiao Qi turned to look at him.
"Guangzong didn't care about losing his position as a prince, after all," slowly approached and kissed the faint minty mouth. "He still has hundreds of millions of dog food to inherit."
Hearing his name mentioned, Little Golden Retriever looked up from the rice bowl and looked suspiciously at the two people biting their mouths. Humans are really creatures that puzzle dogs.
He drove Xiaojiao's wife to Bashao, and Zhang Chenzhang helped him to open the seat belt, looking forward to a parting kiss. However, when he came to work, President Jiao was still the one who did not enter and was extremely popular. He did not even consider the mood of the old attacker and just got out of the car.
Zhang Chenxuan lowered the window and wanted to watch Xiaojiao's wife enter the building, but found that he was standing outside the window: "Forgot to take something?"
"I'll come to you for dinner at noon." Jiao Qi bent down, as if to kiss him.
The president suddenly stiffened his back, but Xiaojiao's wife just pressed his face and stretched out a tissue. Gritting his teeth and trying to catch people, Nai Jiao always got up gracefully and left chicly.
It's really bad ... Zhang Dayi put one hand on the window and looked at the slender back, his lips grinning. This good mood lasted until the moment he stepped into Shijie Technology.
"Good morning!" Two rows of men in black with sunglasses said hello in unison, the president almost shocked to the revolving door.
Upstairs with black lines on the ground, the first thing is to call the personnel department: "Oh, the theme event has ended, and inform the security guards to stop waiting in line to welcome them back to their posts."
"Good president." The personnel department also breathed a sigh of relief. Such a strange way of welcoming is really incompatible with Shi Jie's corporate culture. This week, employees have complained more than twenty times.
"President, this is a new laser sword. Do you need to have one in the office?" Secretary Su Su came over with a small box to show the president the latest surroundings.
This is the new weapon of "Xinghe Glory" yesterday. The surrounding toys have not been made on a large scale. Su Su got the first batch of samples. There is only one hilt. Pressing the weapon can bring out a bright light.
"... No need," Zhang Chenxian rubbed his eyebrows. "The sword is too bad to fit in the office."
"Okay." Susu didn't quite understand what the plastic toy sword could do, but he took it obediently and put the model in the display case in the secretary's room.
After the secretary went out, the president buried his face in the palm of his hand for half a minute, then he did a good job of psychological construction and continued to face the cruel reality.
There was basically nothing wrong with the processing at work, but the tone of some email responses was a bit wrong. Fortunately, the employees didn't care about it, and the strange things in his family have helped him fix it.
Click on the social network to view. Fortunately, the gangster has the idol baggage of the superior, and he has not sent his social network to show off his new weapon hobby, which has saved him the trouble of regaining his reputation. But what is going on with the comments below?
[Dad I was wrong, I do n’t want your money, just give me the young master! 】
[Everyday I want to steal Master's right corner and like it. 】
[How can I marry a really handsome man like Master? 】
Something was wrong, Zhang Chenyi searched it, and suddenly turned black. He was hiding his little Jiao wife and was exposed! The photos are not spread everywhere, and the remarks below are simply unsightly!
[Ah, ah, mom, I'm going to marry him, yes, it's him! 】
[Lick, I can play this leg for a year. 】
[Master Jiao's appearance and temperament are much better than those popular small fresh meats. Would you like to smash the powder? 】
unacceptable! Zhang Chen was so annoyed that he walked back and forth in the office, and angrily asked Louis XIV to find a counterattack photo.
Louis XIV: I am happy to provide you with photos imported by Louis XIII, but artificial intelligence cannot understand what you mean by counterattack? Is this, this, or this?
Zhinao lists three examples of photos, a dynamic picture of a baseball player's backhand hit, an upside-down picture of a **** running, and the last chapter is Zhang Chenxuan's little wife's wife on the bed.
Because Louis XIV is also limited to children's mode, it cannot find things that are not suitable for children. This one was a nap in a villa one day, and the sun was just right. Zhang Chenyi quietly stuffed his big hand under Jiao Qi's hand under the quilt and took a picture.
"Yes, you are smarter than Louis XIII." Zhang Chen immediately uploaded the last picture to the social network and edited and typed.
"Your conclusion is inaccurate. I am a child model. It is lower than Louis XIII, but it is more in line with the psychology of underage children."
"When thirteen is repaired, I will throw you in the toilet." Zhang Chen snorted and typed it out.
[Zhang Chenzhang: Give up, he is mine. Whoever says "legs playing years" or "legs can't close their legs" and so on, sue you for **** | harassment. 】
However, such a threat is useless, and netizens will only hahaha below.
"..."
The development of the "memory cleaning application" is very slow, and the architecture is easy to set up, but the acquisition of core data is a long process. The PR department has just contacted two patients and is still communicating.
There is a long way to go, and Zhang Chenzhang can't sit still. Before the next script appears, try to complete the major work as much as possible.
One morning, he was very dizzy and turned around. At lunch time, Zhang Chenxuan put down the documents in time, and looked at the door of the president's office in anticipation.
"Mr. Jiao!"
"You are here, Mr. Jiao!"
There was a sound of hello from the outside, and Zhang Chenxian quickly picked up his pen and signed the document with a serious face.